Town Poem
Chasing is the game, a game to lay about.
What a town but its just not fame to say.
Filled with emptiness the streets and streets along.
Left alone to see what will come in song.
Stores aligned waiting for a viewer in haste.
Advertising during the Great Depression just comes a waste.
Working as there is no hope, what has come the world.
Morale has turned to a slope, but never the Lord.
Jesus is their lover, the light of people.
Theatres all over, the rights is all the same.
Above the shout, kites are a little lame.
Around about, stereotypes are shame.
Chasing is the game, a game to lay about.
What a town but its just not fame to say.
Filled with emptiness the streets and streets along.
Left alone to see what will come in song.
Stores aligned waiting for a viewer in haste.
Advertising during the Great Depression just comes a waste.
Working as there is no hope, what has come the world.
Morale has turned to a slope, but never the Lord.
Jesus is their lover, the light of people.
Theatres all over, the rights is all the same.
Above the shout, kites are a little lame.
Around about, stereotypes are shame.